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*Attention: This story is inspired by the canon of the game due to the future of the characters and the sequel to the oneshot 'Crossed destinies'.

It couldn't be happening to me. No…

I look at the blue screen of the computer, with a small —or perhaps greater— anxiety of not knowing what to do.

"Come on, react," I comment, pressing all the keys, but I don't dare take out the flash drive or turn it off. “Please don't mess up.”

Luckily, I had called the secretary's office explaining that I had a problem and that they would look for the programming teacher. I lean on the table, biting my nails. A bad habit I've had for years. It's incredible that it has to happen to me, why did it happen? I have done what he told me, what could have been the problem?

I try to type again while following the instructions, but the screen turns blue again.

<<Great, you did a good job, Macie.>>

I jump a little in place when I hear the voice. A familiar voice. I heard it two years ago. I turn around finding a boy with black hair and green eyes.

“It can't be…” I mutter to myself.

“It cannot be what?” he asks me, adjusting his backpack.

I shake my head, trying to come back to earth. Now I was ashamed to speak.

<<Also, renember that you have a boyfriend, silly.>>

Renember? Even my thoughts get nervous without being able to think about the words clearly. I see the boy waiting for me to speak, he even raises an eyebrow, impatient.

"Sorry, I was..." I took a deep breath, pointing to the computer. "I just don't know what happened, it was fine a moment ago and now, poof!" I raise my arms, slapping the sides of my body, nodding with eyes almost full of tears. “Goodbye, computer.”

“Just like that?” He pushes me aside carefully, even with a small sorry.

He start typing. It also gives him an error.

“Just like that,” I cross my arms, watching him.

I bite my lip as I tilt my head, looking at his―

“Alright, I know what happened.”

I react, clearing my throat.

“What happened?”

He steps aside and I approach him. He points to the flash drive connected to the tower.

“Where did you get the flash drive from?”

“A third-grade student gave it to me,” I answer, beginning to think of the worst. “He told me that the teacher needed me to send her some urgent files and since he was busy, if I could do it.”

He makes a sound of agreement but crosses his arms as he puts a hand to his chin.

"Well, I have two news for you: One good and one bad." He looks me directly in the eyes and in part, I feel that it comforts me. "Which one do you want to hear first?"

"The bad one," I answer with fear, "perhaps the good one will relieve me later."

He lets out a laugh that makes me fall in love with it. I hope hr don't notice that I just blushed because I notice heat in my cheeks.

"The bad thing is that they have played the joke that is played on first years—"

"I'm a first year...”

“Oh…” he scratches the back of his neck, nervous. “Well, officially welcome to the university.”

“Thank you…” I bow my head, with a little discomfort.

I didn't think this happened at this university, I thought it was prestigious, that's why I didn't choose to study outside the country.

“Although it was supposed to be already prohibited since it can generate a high cost in repairing these computers.”

“Oh yeah?” I look at him with curiosity at his words.

“Each class had a flash drive like these to scare the first years, they gave it to the second years to continue the tradition,” he leans on the table, explaining it. “But seeing that each time the “virus”” he makes quotes with his hands “was much more dangerous, they banned it.”

So a virus to scare the new ones. Well, it's not even a bit funny, I've found myself having to ask my parents for money and it's enough that they pay for my apartment because I wanted to live alone. At least until I find a job.

I try to calm down, there is supposed to be a good part of all this.

“Okay, and the good news?”

The boy turns the backpack around and takes out a flash drive from one of the pockets.

“I am the one they call when this happens,” I notice pride in his voice when he says it.

“Or maybe you're the one who made these flash drives that make computers explode.”

“No, it is not my style, I prefer to be more stealthy.”

I let out a laugh, remembering his entrance. I didn't even notice him when he arrived. He turns around and places the flash drive in the other USB connection. He sits in the chair and begins to work. I sit at the desk, watching him work. I try to place my skirt better so that my legs can't be seen, I don't want to distract him.

<<Or do I? Wait, what am I thinking? Ugh… Calm down, you don't even know if he's dating anyone, it's weird that you're at the same university. Don't do this to Klaus, he's a good boy.>>

“Leave.”

“What?” I wake up from my thoughts. Looking at him confused.

"You can leave if you want, it is just fixing it."

"I won't stay calm until I see it fixed." I see him leaning on the table, looking at me, raising his eyebrows as if he were saying, 'Don't you trust me?'. “It's just that I've gotten nervous and I need to see that it's fixed, and also return the flash drive to that guy and tell him that his joke almost cost me a foot in the grave.”

He lets out a kind of laugh —I think—, as if my expression had amused him. I don't see him looking at me even once, so he's not that type of guy... I like him. With a smile, I get off the table. It is approved. He's not a pervert... For now...

I sit in the chair next to him, watching him work. I may know how to type quickly, but he doesn't seem to even touch the keys. I stare at his hands. His fingers are long. Again, another heat wave. I shake my head, trying to shake these thoughts away. I just didn't believe I would see him here. What were the chances of finding him again?

“It will be fine, do not worry,” he says with a smile without looking away from the screen.

"It's not..." I bite my tongue, it's better if I don't say anything. "Yes, I'm worried, too worried."

“Well, do not worry, that is why I am here.” He looks at me and winks.

I roll my yes. He thinks he's good with his skills, huh?

“Do you do this thing of fixing the computer of newbies who play pranks?” I ask, resting my chin on my hand.

"No, it is been about two years since I fixed one," he answers, giving me a quick look. “I am surprised that flash drives are still in circulation, they are supposed to get rid of them.”

"Well, someone didn't do it in my career."

“What do you study?”

“Journalism.”

“I understand then,” I blink, confuse. “There is a promotion to get a future position in the news 'The Vigilant’', so everyone is wanting to be on the lists.”

“And how do you know that?” I tilt my head, curious “Do you also study journalism?”

He shakes his head, sighing a little heavier.

"No, my..." I see that he bites his lips, is he hesitating? "My girlfriend studies journalism."

"Oh..." well, it's a way to find out that we're both caught and that I don't have to make mental scenes. I have too many The Vampire Diaries in my head. “And you study programming,” I point to the computer.

"If you say it because of how to use the computer, that's because I have known how to use it since I was a kid." I see how his eyes shine when he pronounces those words. It's almost as if he has transported him to another time.

I smile as I think it's adorable. If he don't study something he already know, it must be so he don't get bored in class. But if he have chosen something that has nothing to do with his specialty, that is either because he like to learn or because he have something else that he like. At least I think someone like him would choose something he likes so as not to spend years bored at university.

Hearing the notification sound from my phone, I raise my hand in apology for stopping the conversation. A smile appears on my face. ---------------------------------------------------------

Klaus Macie, this weekend there is a party at a friend's house, are you in? 😉 ---------------------------------------------------------

I smile looking at the mobile screen. Klaus is a good boy and my first boyfriend. The truth is that he behaves well with me and has a fun side. Although maybe that's why I hang out with him, because my cousin chose him as a friend. So that means he's not a bad guy. Although it's not what I've been dreaming of for two years, but... It's nice to be with him. But we almost never get to see each other.

“It seems like you are better,” I hear the boy say and I look up from my phone.

“Oh, my boyfriend just sent me a message,” I respond with a happy tone. “We barely get to see each other because he lives a couple of hours away from the city, so it's nice when he remembers me for little things.”

“Oh, a long-distance relationship?” He raised an eyebrow at her question. Was the tone of annoyance?

“Yes, is there something wrong?”

He sigh and continue.

“Well, I do not think those kinds of relationships work.”

I let out a heavy air, along with a somewhat annoying laugh. What does this boy have to say about my life? I already found something wrong with him.

"Sorry, but a long-distance relationship is very romantic." I cross my arms, leaning back in the chair. “then the reunion is magical.” I don't even know why I get angry, if I only said that it is a few hours from the city, it's not like Klaus lives outside the country.

“Until one of the people in the couple doubts you or is constantly wanting to know who you are with,” I notice an annoyed tone. Is he saying it because of his girlfriend or because of a previous experience?

“Have you already been through that?” I ask without realizing that maybe I shouldn't have.

He shoots me a look, though it's not like he's angry. He seems rather tired.

“You really like to talk,” he sighs and returns to the computer.

"If you want, I'll start talking to the chair," I point my head at his seat and I see him smile as he shakes his head. "You're the only one in this room I can talk to."

I see the computer turn off and I open my eyes suddenly. He wasn't going to fix it? I shout alerting him to what he's doing, thinking it's another prank by the college veterans. I'm sure he played it on me.

The boy looks at me and points at the screen, so that I can pay attention and stop screaming like a crazy woman —because I look like that— and I see that in reality... It restarts. I let out a sigh, relieved.

“You could have warned me,” I hit him on the arm, angry.

“It was more fun to see your reaction,” I blush, embarrassed by his stupid smile now. Okay, he's good with computers, I admit it. “And yes.”

“Yes what?” I look at him confuse at his words.

"Yes, I have been through that," he shrugs, "or well... I am going through it."

I bite my lip, a little uncomfortable. Maybe we shouldn't have talked about it, but...

“Then she is not the right person if she doubts you,” I answer directly.

"Oh, it's not because I hesitate, it's..." he looks concentrated at the screen, arms crossed. “Let me say it is because of her, she has been through terrible things and I am here to support her in whatever she needs.”

I do something that I haven't done in a long time: I analyze him. I try to guess his expression, what does he mean, is he really comfortable with that relationship? But... His words have been very tender. That girl is lucky to have a boyfriend like him, I hope she's not beating him up too much with her jealousy or whatever.

"Well, at least it's confirmed that you're trustworthy." I smile mischievously and he looks at me, raising an eyebrow, confused. “Your girlfriend can rest assured that you have not cheated on her.”

"Wait, all this time you thought I was trying to hit on you?" ‘Trying to hit on me'? Is that still said today?

I let out a small laugh at his words. He is cute.

"I do not know what kind of men you have encountered, but you have offended me, I have only come to fix the computer." I see him typing on the screen again, angry.

"Believe me, you've left me with a good impression, Mr. Computer technician." I lean on the table, smiling at him.

He looks at me surreptitiously and I see that... Is he blushing? I don't think he's used to compliments.

He finish typing and restart the computer. This time I stay quiet waiting while I bite my nails.

“You are going to get hurt,” I hear him tell me and I lower my hand slowly, embarrassed by my attitude. “Look, I already fix it.”

The computer turns on again, along with the files that were on the screen. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"I admit it, you're good," I smile, getting a little closer to him to see the screen better. “If I have a problem with my computer, can I call you?” I look at him and see that he has been looking at me “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I am fine,” he answers and gets up from the chair. I do the same and he takes out the flash drive, extending his hand to me, as if he were putting distance between the two of them. “Here, try not to get into a fight with the boy.”

“Oh, don't worry, I'm just going to hide his body in the next lake I find,” I reply seriously and he laughs.

I also extend my hand and he puts the flash drive in my hand. I try to calm down when I notice his hand, I don't want to think that he did it on purpose, but it was because of the speed of wanting to give it to me and that's why it touched me. I try to distract myself by keeping my eyes on the small object, looking away. I'm sure he can tell I'm red too. He must think I'm like a teenage watching her favorite actor. I turn the small object in my hand. And I don't think I can erase my stupid smile. I’m happy to have seen him again. I thought I would never do it and I still don't know what his name is. Maybe I can ask him now what I couldn't do two years ago.

"Hey, what is your—" I look up and see that he's gone.

I turn around and see him walking out the door. Has he left without saying goodbye? But why is he so rude? Or... Maybe he didn't like me...

“Again, without knowing his name,” I whisper to myself, squeezing my hand tightly on the flash drive.

Lian walks through the door, with a smile.

“Who is the guy who just left here?!” She asks, approaching me, excited.

“Just someone who has helped me,” I grab my things and put my bag on my shoulder, while my jacket is in my hand.

“And he has a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Married?” I shake my head and she laughs. “At least he admits that he was prettier than Klaus.”

I kept thinking about the boy and his words towards his girlfriend. I found him two years later. But I want him to be happy. I won't get involved in his life, in fact, I'm glad he found someone and he cares about her.

"Hey Lian, shall we go to the cafeteria in the student area?" I ask to change the subject.

“Sure, I'd like to have a strong one.”

I set up the chairs and turn off the computer, feeling a little homesick at the moment.

In the end, I will keep this reunion and the first one deep in my heart. And the last thing I want to do is get into a relationship when I'm also dating someone.

I hope we are both happy with our respective partners, Mr. Computer technician.

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